Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.